Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.